Hallo! This is just a little short story about the dragon riders. It's not going to be a main upload just now and then. The first one answers the question: why can't the twins count past 9? I'm not that good with comedy so it probably won't be that good but I enjoyed giving it a shot. The twins are about 6 years old in this story. Oh and also the bold parts are from Tuffs point of view and the normal is Ruffs point of view:)

Enjoy!:)

Why the twins can't count past 9

This was stupid! What on Earth was the point in learning to count? Why count how many explosions you were going to set off when you can just blow it all apart? Easier, simpler and faster.

I stared around our living room. The fire was NEVER lit. Apparently we used to set the house on fire if it was- well we still do. Houses were so bland! Just wood and a strip of red carpet. What was the point of a house if it was just so boring? Much better to live in a cave- that would be AWESOME! All wet and slimy and dirty and NOT clean.

"Your turn Ruffy." I stared at my mum with a blank expression her words snapping me out of my beautiful wicked day dream.

"What?" I deadpanned.

"It's your turn to count the sheep." She said in her silly high voice she always used when talking to me or Tuff. I started at the wooden sheep on the living room carpet. How on Earth was I supposed to count the sheep? There were just a bunch of sheep on the floor besides the paint on them was all moulded together so they obviously weren't sheep. They looked more like dead yaks than sheep that were alive.

"They look like dead yaks." I spoke my thoughts aloud.

"Pah! Dead yaks their sheep troll face!"

"Hey! 1: I said they look LIKE dead yaks! And 2: Try looking in the mirror potato head!" I said in uproar to Tuff's comment. I did NOT have the face of a troll! And they didn't LOOK like sheep.

"Wait what? Do I have a face that's a potato? That's so awesome! Someone get me a mirror quick!"

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Now, now. Let's get on with the task at hand shall we. Right Ruffnut, count the sheep for me."

"Dead yaks," I muttered.

"Ruff!" Mum told me sternly.

"Ok, ok. Er 1,2,3,5,7,8,9,4,6, and er that's it."

My mum put her head in her hands.

"No troll face! Ha, can't even count and she calls herself a dead yak! I'm the one who deserves to be the dead yak! It goes 9, 6, 2, A, 1, 7, B and THAT'S it!" Tuff yelled.

"HEY, YOU IDIOT THAT ISN'T EVEN NUMBERS!"

"Wait what? I thought they were letters?" he said to know one in particular. "What are numbers?" Thor help us please! Or at least get rid of the potato face! I'm begging you!

"No they're SHEEP PIG FACE!" I yelled in his face.

"WHAT! ME A PIG FACE! YOU STUPID DRAGON THING!"

"I am NOT a dragon!" My retort came back like lightning. Ha, beat that brother!

"YES YOU ARE!"

"NO I'M NOT!"

"ARE!"

"NOT!"

"ARE!"

"NOT!"

"OK! You're all equal! Now can we please get back to the numbers!" My mum screamed over the two of us.

"Whatever." Tuff said. "But you're still a troll face." He said turning to me. I was about to retort when a loud knock thundered through the house.

"Oh that'll be Fishlegs mother. She said she'd come over and help me to, er well, teach you to count. Fishlegs leant when he was 3 years old. That's half the age you are now, and he leant to count all the way to 100" She said with a sigh.

I and Tuff just looked at her with a deadpan.

"Now, I don't want you to fighting or messing around while I'm gone- understand."

I and tuff nodded in unison.

"Good, I'll be back in a minute."

She left closing the door silently behind her.

"Well this is stupid." I said.

"Yeah." Ruff agreed. "Who needs to learn to count anyway?"

"Yeah, all you need in life is fire and you're all set." I explained.

"Exactly!" There was silence for a minute.

"Wait, why don't we just not do anything?" I shouted.

"Wait, you mean like just don't learn to count?" she shouted back.

"That's EXACTLY what I mean sis." I yelled nodding my head.

"Perfect!"

We could hear the two mums talking from in the hall way. Then a voice said…

"Why don't you go and join the twins in the living room Fishy darling."

"Oh great." I heard Ruff say from the side of me. "Fishlegs! Could life get any worse?"

"It just did." I said as Fishlegs opened the door and stumbled inside.

"Hi guys!" He squeaked.

We stared at him.

"Er, so are you guys ok?"

We stared at him.

"How are you doing?"

We stared at him.

"Er, mum!"

We stared at him.

"Yes hon?" The voice echoed from within the hallway depths. Hey that was some cool suspense- 'within the hall way depths'. I'm quite proud of myself if I do say so myself. "HA! I just said 'myself' twice in the same sentence; awesome!"

Ruff and Fishpoo stared at me.

"What!?" Ruff said.

"Opps! Er did I say that out loud?"

"Ugh yeah!" Ruff deadpanned.

"Yes actually you did; but don't worry I do it all the time- my mum just says that when your head is-"

"Yeah ok we get it!" I yelled at fishpoo begging for him to not start a lecture. Wait, is his name Fishpoo or Fishlegs? I forgot.

"Would you quite yelling- I have a headache!" Ruff yelled turning to me.

"You just yelled! You can't tell me not to yell and then yell yourself!" I yelled.

"Hey! I can do what I want!" She yelled.

"Cannot!" I yelled.

"Yes I can, like if I wanted to I could barge into you like a bull and hit you in the head!" She yelled.

"Not before I can barge into you like a bull and hit YOU in the head!" I yelled.

Then we were running in to each other at high speeds and…

BANG!

Our helmets clashed together with the force of ten thousand armed Berserkers!

"THIS IS AWESOME AND SCARY!" I SCREAMED. Then everything went black in a burst of colour.

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"Honey, are you ok?" I heard a voice echo above me. I opened my eyes to reveal my dumb mother looking down at me with fake concern. She even looked a bit sad that I hadn't remained unconscious forever. I don't blame her. Leaping up I turned to an unconscious Tuffnut to my left and yelled.

"THAT WAS AWESOME! WE HAVE TO DO THAT AGAIN."

"What?" Tuff moaned.

"Get up you Gronckle!"

"Actually Gronckle's are-"

"OK! SHUT IT ALREADY!"

Fishlegs backed up into a wall nodding his head like it was on a swivel stick. Both adults glared and me and were about to tell me 'not-to-tell–Fishlegs–to-shut-up-again' when I turned round and spat in Tuffs face.

"What ew? Get off me!" He yelped.

I sniggered in triumph as he sat up. "Ha! Lazy butt head!"

"OK! Both of you calm down." Mum said.

"That was WICKED!" Tuff shouted.

"Alright guys! Let's just get on with counting numbers shall we."

"What's counting?"

"What's numbers?"

And that's why the twins can't count past 9. Later in life they relearned to count to 9 but could never count beyond that as they would just charge into one another and would forget how to count again and again and again. All through life they relearned and relearned to count to 9 and every week they erased their memories over and over. So children- now you know why NOT to run into other children's heads.

If you do you will ruin your chance at GCSE's and A levels and University and other exams in life;)

As Merida (Or more like her mum would say)

"Legends are lessons they ring with truth."

Let's not follow the old Viking tradition shall we;)